Thoughts of a Troubled Romance
By: Kylie Brown
The original Johnny the Homicidal Maniac characters and setting all belong to Jhonen Vasquez. everything else belongs to me.
This is my first ever fanfiction. I except criticism, good or bad. I would like to know how I'm doing so please comment. I would love to hear what you have to say.
Devi drove toward her house without music. She had been stressed lately, thinking about how Johnny had almost killed her a couple of months ago. She had been feeling paranoid for the last couple of days. She arrived at the front entrance to her apartment building. Walking slowly, she fumbled with her bag to find her keys. Suddenly, Devi turned sharply around, she just though she saw something jump behind the trees quickly.
"Pssh, must be imagining things again" ,she said to herself.
She went back to finding her keys, as a pile of things flipped out of her bag.
"Shit, not again", cursing as her belongings tumbled into the street. This was the third time this has happened.
"I need to get a different bag", she told herself. She pulled out her keys, which she had finally found, and began searching for her missing belongings with her key chain flashlight.
She had brought such and item for this a occasion.
She then walked to the sidewalk to retrieve her cell phone, which had a cracked screen."God, my phone", she started to panic because she had nearly been killed not but a while ago.
She felt in her purse hopefully it hadn't fell out, her bottles of pepper spray.
She glanced over only to see that her only can was lying in the middle of the street. Looking both ways, she made her way out into the street, grabbed the bottle. Then, a car going way to fast can around the corner, she had no chance to get out of the way.
She was going to be hit.
Just as she thought she was going to die, a bony hand pushed her hard on her side.
She landed a safe distance away, but the person who had pushed her was now lying on the ground unconscious.
She turned to look and saw the car driving away at top speed.
The fall on the hard cement had left a pretty big and painful bruise on her side. Her rescuer was lying on the ground, she quickly rushed over, but backed away when Devi saw the person who had saved her was Johnny C.
"Johnny!!", she cried out in surprise, then pleading. "Johnny, Johnny, no, no, no."
"Wake up", she screamed. " It's okay just call an…my phone", she said.
The one time she needed to call for help, her trusty phone had broke.
She gently picked him up and brought him over to the sidewalk. Then quickly sprinted, almost ran, to the pay phone and dialed 911.
A nice sounding woman with a nice voice answered the phone, "Hello."
"I need an ambulance," frantic now.
"Calm down, where are you?"
"(Insert devi's address here)"
"Are you hurt, ma'am?"
"No, but my…boyfriend is", she finished. "That would have to do for now", she though.
"Hold tight, we have an ambulance on the way," the woman answered.
"Thank god," Devi said, now grateful.
"Do you want me to stay on the line with you until help arrives?"
"No, thank you, I better check on Johnny," she said. With that she hung up the phone and raced back to Johnny's side.
Devi saw that his head was bleeding pretty badly. She searched his pockets for his knives that would certainly be on him, but found none.
"Strange," she though, "No knives, that's unlike him".
Then, she sat beside him and just looked at him.
"He looks like he hasn't had a night's sleep since the last time I saw him," she though.
This was probably true since Johnny doesn't like to sleep.
"He actually loose quite peaceful when he's not threatening to kill you".
"Wait a second, am I really saying this about the man that tried to kill me," she though.
As she though this, the ambulance arrived and two men stepped out. The first man had brown hair and eyes. The other blond hair and blue eyes. Both men were way more muscular than Johnny himself.
The next thing Devi knew the ambulance lights were fading off toward the hospital.
Devi grabbed her bag, forgetting about the can of pepper spray in the middle of the street, and ran quickly inside. She grabbed another phone and drove quickly to the hospital.
"It does not feel right to leave him at the hospital by himself," she though, "What if he kills someone".
It had taken all of thirty minutes to drive there. This long drive gave her time to think about what had just happened.
The only thing Devi hated more than almost getting killed, was hospitals.
"He saved me from that car," she though, "So I'll get him out of here".
She parked the car in the visitor parking space closest to the doors and went in.
Shivering slightly from shock and fear, she approached the counter.
The young woman at the counter answered, "May I help you?"
"Yes, I'm looking for someone. Johnny C. He was checked in here after getting hit by a car?", Devi said.
"Room 251 on the second floor," she said, "Go on up, he's sleeping".
Devi clutched her purse extra tight as she walked over to the elevator. THe hospital was almost completely deserted, probably because it was 2 a.m. The elevator doors opened right away and she stepped in. Feeling slightly scared about what Johnny might do if he woke up in a hospital. The elevator doors opened on the second floor, she jumped slightly when she found that her path was blocked by a doctor.
"Hello, you must be so worried about your friend," he said, "I'll show you to his room".
While saying this he had already started walking towards Johnny's room. Devi silently followed. He walked away as she put her hand on the door knob. The door squeaked as it opened.
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